Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.
Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!
Love & Conquests
"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."
The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.
"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."
"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."
"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."
"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"
"Damian."
Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."
"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.
"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."
Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."
"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."
"Wait, what?"
Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"
"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."
With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.
He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.
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You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.
"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.
Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.
The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.
Dang it.
"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.
His voice was so deep and sexy!
He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.
"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.
You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."
"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."
"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.
Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.
"Any pain at all when I do this?"
He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."
You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."
"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.
Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."
Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.
Your face would not stop burning this night.
Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.
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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"
"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.
"So are you going to ask her out?"
Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".
"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."
"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."
"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."
"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."
"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.
"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."
"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."
Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."
"Alright. Alright, partner."
"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"
A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.
Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.
"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"
Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.
"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"
She stormed out next.
Which meant Dom was running after her.
Which left JD and Damian.
Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.
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Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.
In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!
There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!
Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"
Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.
Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.
JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.
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You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.
Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.
"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.
"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.
"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."
You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.
"Checkin' me out again, huh?"
"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."
"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.
"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."
You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.
"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"
"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.
"Your big head could take a few hits!"
"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."
"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."
You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.
"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."
"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.
"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."
There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.
Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.
Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."
"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.
"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."
"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.
"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."
You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.
"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.
"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.
"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.
You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.
"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."
"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."
"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.
"Alright, mate. I'm going."
Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"
You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."
With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.
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"Eres tan estúpido!"
Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.
"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"
"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."
"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."
"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."
"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"
With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.
Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.
"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"
Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.
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You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.
"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."
He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.
"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."
"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.
"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.
"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"
"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."
"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.
Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.
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Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.
Which couldn't be further from the truth.
Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.
He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.
He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.
He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.
"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.
So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.
"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."
"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"
"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."
"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."
"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"
"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."
Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.
However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…
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"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.
"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."
Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"
You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."
"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"
You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."
He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.
"Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight, Damian."
With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.
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At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.
"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"
His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."
"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."
You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.
"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."
"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."
You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."
Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"
"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"
JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.
"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.
Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"
You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.
"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"
You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"
The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.
Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"
JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.
"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.
The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.
"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.
Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.
He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.
The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.
You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.
Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.
"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."
"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.
You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.
"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."
You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.
"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."
"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.
"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."
Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"
You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."
The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.
You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."
Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."
With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.
He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.
"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"
"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."
"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever for, cariña?"
"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."
"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."
"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."
A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."
His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.
"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.
"He'll never touch you again. Ever."
You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.
THE END
Translations:
"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart"
"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now."
"Pequeña" ~ "Little one"